"A producer? Are you sure that's the person I'm looking for?" Tang Yan stood up and asked.
"Well... I can't completely confirm yet, but I'll have someone verify as best as they can. Apparently, they have similar information to Miss Qi."
"Similar! It's always similar!" Tang Yan suddenly grabbed the file in his hand and threw it forcefully at the person. The person hastily dodged to the side, and Tang Yan grabbed a few other files and flung them over.
"Next time, make sure your people are certain before you come to tell me!"
The assistant nodded and quickly picked up the files from the ground, carefully placing them on the table: "Okay, Mr. Tang, I'll... I'll go investigate right away..."
After the assistant left, Tang Yan stretched out his hand and fiercely messed up his short hair.
He took a deep breath. It's been three years. Every time he found some news about her, he got excited, but each time it ended up as empty joy.
